and if I don't, tell him, that for his sister's sake, he has my
forgiveness."

The introduction of the daughter's name shortened the father's visit,
who left him in silence.

Ellen, however, had struggles to endure which pressed upon her heart
with an anguish bitter in proportion to the secrecy rendered necessary
by the dread of her relations. From the moment she heard of Lamh
Laudher's challenge, and saw the funeral appendages with which the Dead
Boxer had darkened the preparations for the fight, she felt her heart
sink, from a consciousness that she had been indirectly the murderess of
her lover. Her countenance became ghastly pale, and her frame was seized
with a tremor which she could hardly conceal. She would have been glad
to have shed tears, but tears were denied her. Except the Boxer's wife,
there was no one to whom she could disclose her misery; but alas! for
once, that amiable creature was incapable of affording her consolation.
She herself, felt distress resulting from both the challenge, and her
husband's jealousy, almost equal to that of Ellen.

"I know not how it is," said she, "but I cannot account for the interest
I feel in that young man. Yes, surely, it is natural, when we consider
that I owe my life to him. Still, independently of that, I never heard
his voice, that it did not fall upon my heart like the voice of a
friend. We must, if possible, change his mind,", she added, wiping away
her tears; "for I know that if he fights that terrible man, he will be
killed."

At Ellen's request, she consented to see Lamh Laudher, with a view of
entreating him, in her name, to decline the fight. Nor were her own